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WAs ever the like in any age known,
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Old England's grown New, and turned upside down,
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The times they are hard both in Country and town,
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Then is not old England grown new, grown new,
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Then is not old England grown new.
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Old England was once a stately brave place,
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When traffiqueing every where went on a pace,
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But now trading is dead, and mony's grown scarce,
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Then is not, etc.
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In days heretofore gold and silver did flye,
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Then rich men upon their means liv'd gallantly,
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But the land now is over-run with poverty.
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then is not, etc.
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Where is all the treasure that in England did flow,
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That with rich men and poor men did make a brave show
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The times they now harder and harder doth grow,
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then is not, etc.
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Where are your old souldiers with slashes and scars
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That never fear'd drinking in old time of wars
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Nor shedding of blood in mad drunken jars,
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then is not, etc.
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Where are your old Courtiers that used to ride,
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With forty blew coats and foot-men beside,
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It is turn'd to six horses a Coach and a guide,
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Then is not old England grown new, grown new,
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Then is not old England grown new.
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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WHat is become of your old fashioned cloaths,
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Your long-sleev'd doublets, & your trunk hose,
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It is turn'd to French fashion, and other fine shews,
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then is not old England grown new, grown new,
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then is not old England new.
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For now there's new fashions comes up every day,
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With costly attire and sumptuous array,
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It is Pride in the Kingdom doth bear all the sway.
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then is not, etc.
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New triking, new triming, new measures, new paces,
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For the men they have new heads, and women new faces
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And several new tricks more to hide their base cases;
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then is not, etc.
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There's new fashion'd Caps, and new-fashion'd Locks,
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And new fashion'd heads for the old pated blocks,
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With twenty diseases, besides the french-P----
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then is not old, etc.
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In former days men loved one another,
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They always were faithful and true to each other,
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But now a man scarcely can trust his own brother,
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then is not old, etc.
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It was a brave time when men lived in fear,
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And us'd not themselves so much to curse and swear,
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But now dam ye and sink ye is us'd e'ry where,
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then is not, etc.
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There was not so much deceit us'd hertofore,
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Cheating and couzening men they did abhor,
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But now plain-dealing is turn'd out of door.
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then is not, etc.
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Most rich men were charitable formerly,
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And shew'd pitty to the poor in misery,
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But their hearts now are hardned with cruelty,
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then is not, etc.
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Envy and malice now raigneth too much,
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In the hearts of some persons both poor and rich,
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To see one another live many doth grutch.
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then is not, etc.
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And thus you may see how the times they do go,
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Both in town and City, and in Country to,
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I think there is none of you all but doth know,
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that old England is grown new, grown, new,
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that old England is grown new.
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